Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.

All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Soulsonic Force, Quantec, Eric B and Rakim, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Faraquet, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Eyeless In Gaza, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, PIL, Sound Behaviour, Yazoo, the Slits, Ten City, Lucky Dragons, Kango’s Stein Massive, Qualms, Y Pants, Gong, CMW, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Doors, Ludus, Black Sheep, Yaz, The Young Rascals, Girls At Our Best!, Crash Course in Science, Drexciya, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Cameo, Public Enemy, Anakelly, Schoolly D, Ronnie Foster, Sight & Sound, Oneida, Loose Ends, Harpers Bizarre, Q65, Archie Shepp, Todd Terry, Erykah Badu, Amazonics, Jeff Mills, Jeff Lynne, Khruangbin, Moss Icon, Sparks, Man Parrish, Henry Cow, The Durutti Column, Soul II Soul, Ultimate Spinach, The Selecter, The Sonics, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Alison Limerick, Shoche, June Days, Rites of Spring, London Community Gospel Choir, Cluster, Joensuu 1685, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)